The Bullets Are My Own Words

I'm tired of saying, "it's over"
and then begging for you back
i wish we could remain in love
but there's just so much that we lack.

we're too young
and too immature
we're not ready for a wedding
or anything so pure.

the lies consume us
and eat at our hearts
the hole gets bigger and bigger
until we are finally ripped apart.

the words "i love you"
no longer have a meaning
and the sweet kisses and late night glances
are no longer dreamy.

you said, only but a few minutes ago
that we are over for good, forever
the tears will come
my ties cannot sever.

i hate the thought of two wasted years
i wanted so badly for things to work
but everytime we turned around
there was less and less love and more anger and hurt.

i wanted to be your "one and only"
i know that sounds a little too corny
but i wanted you to be the love of my life
and wake up to you in the mornings.

i wanted the dream wedding
and the dream home
but all i see now
is just more time alone.

i never could be the "one"
never...for anyone
but this time i wanted it so desperately
that i shredded "us" apart and held the gun.

the bullets are my own words,
and the gun is my own hands
now as i see everything that i have done
i realize that i have given up my only true friend.

my best friend,
the love of my life
my one and only
my happiness and my strife...

i thought the smiles were enough to overcome
but i still let the words slip, "oh baby it's done"
i never meant it
but i guess it's over now, it's time to run.

time to hide,
take cover underneath it all
disappear
before i fall...